One of us needs to develop or be granted enough talent, fame and/or cache, ideally in the entertainment industry, to warrant him/her hosting an annual Clambake at Bandon. (No disrespect to Justin Timberlake, but he can't serve in the Bing Crosby role.) If it's done right, in the few years time we'll have settled this "history" issue for good. We'll gather there every February or March for a boozy celebration of friendship, golf, talent, and, well, booze. Besides our host, we'll need a few top notch golfers, a few people who sing, someone to bake the clams on an open fire, a couple of comics and impressionists, and maybe also some supermodels. If no one minds, I'll take on the role of Jimmy Demaret.
Peter